One night Two babies by Liz Pinelis

Chapter 84 Vomit on His Car

Stanley was stunned.

Fraser who was driving the car was so shocked. He almost couldn’t control the steering wheel.

What did he see?

Mr. Murphy was kissed forcibly!

"Hey, why can't I bite?" Violet didn't know what she was doing now. She only knew that she couldn’t eat

the jelly, so she was a little unhappy.

Then she increased her strength and wanted to eat the jelly in her mouth before she was willing to give

up.

Stanley let out a painful snorted, feeling a smell of blood in his mouth. He knew that his lips had been

bitten by her.

However, even so, Stanley did not push Violet away, but lowered his eyelids, staring at her.

After watching her for a long time, he suddenly raised his arm around the back of her head to deepen

the kiss.

Fraser had been watching them secretly. After seeing Stanley turning the passive one into an active

one, he was shocked. He didn’t dare to see it again, and quickly lowered the baffle.

In the back seat, Violet was softened by Stanley's kiss. She collapsed in his arms.

Had it not been for him to hold her, she might have slipped under the seat by now.

"Hmm..." Violet snorted and reached to hold Stanley's neck.

Her behaviors seemed to be a kind of encouragement, causing Stanley to abandon his reason and kiss

even harder.

But at this moment, Violet suddenly vomited uncomfortably.

Stanley immediately came to his senses and pushed her away.

Violet lay down on the seat and vomited a lot. She even vomited on his clothes.

For a while, the strong smell of alcohol and the sourness of her vomit filled the entire car, which was

very smelly.

Stanley suddenly lost his desire. The veins on his forehead popped out. He was resisting the urge to

throw her out of the car. Then he rolled down the car window with a gloomy face to let the cold wind in.

A few minutes later, the cold wind dissipated the unpleasant smell in the car. Stanley’s face eased a lot,

but his mood was still very bad.

Especially after seeing Violet who was asleep comfortably after vomiting, his head hurt!

Before long, they arrived at the apartment.

Stanley got out of the car and carried Violet out of the car with a sullen face.

Seeing the pool of vomit in the back seat, Fraser pointed at Violet with disgust, "Mr. Murphy, Violet

vomited?"

Stanley said coldly, "You take a taxi and go back by yourself."

"Mr. Murphy, do you live here tonight?"

Stanley nodded and entered the building with Violet in his arms.

Fraser looked at his back and shook his head with emotion.

It seemed that Mr. Murphy really fall in love with Violet this time.

Obviously, he was a neat freak, but when Violet vomited on him, he didn't feel disgust it at all. As

expected, once a man fell in love with a woman, he would like the woman’s everything.

Stanley came to the door of the apartment with Violet in his arms. Then he pressed the doorbell with

his elbow.

Unfortunately, no one opened the door for a long time.

Were the two children away?

Stanley looked down at the woman in his arms. The woman leaned on his chest and slept soundly. She

smacked her lips. No one knew what a good dream she had.

So Stanley had to carry her and turned back to his apartment.

After entering the house, Stanley threw Violet on the sofa, returned to the room, took a set of

bathrobes, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

After taking a shower, Stanley walked to the sofa and looked at her while wiping his hair. After

hesitating for a few seconds, he dropped the towel and picked her up into the bathroom, and threw her

into the bathtub filled with water.

As soon as Violet entered the water, she sobered up. She struggled twice in the bathtub, opened her

eyes, and sat up with holding both sides of the bathtub, "What's the matter?"

She looked at her surroundings in a panic until she saw Stanley who was standing by the bathtub, and

then she calmed down.

"Mr. Murphy?" Violet shook her groggy head, "Where is this? Why am I in the bathtub?" Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

"This is my apartment. I threw you into the bathtub to sober up!" Stanley looked at her

condescendingly, and replied faintly.

Violet rubbed her sore temples, "But why am I here? Didn't I stay with George?"

Her words made Stanley feel extremely harsh. His face became gloomy, "Don't you remember?"

"Remember what?" Violet poured some water on her face, trying to make herself more sober.

Stanley crossed his arms on his chest, "You were deliberately drunk by George. He wanted to behave

against you, so I took you away from him."

"It's impossible!" Violet stood up abruptly, bringing up a burst of spray.

Stanley narrowed his eyes, "You don't believe me?"

Violet looked at him earnestly, "Mr. Murphy, it’s not that I don't believe you. But I think this is simply

impossible. I have known George for five years. He is not that kind of person."

Stanley stared at her for a while and then sneered, "You have known him for five years, but you can't

even tell his true face. You are really blind."

After saying this, Stanley's eyes flashed a touch of ridicule. He walked out of the bathroom with a

gloomy aura all over his body.

Because she had known George for a long time, she thought she knew everything about that person. It

was so simple?

He could only say that she was far from how to know people. Anyway, he had already told her the truth.

It was her business whether she didn't accept it or not.

After Stanley went out, Violet bit her lip and sat back in the bathtub, staring blankly at the clear water.

Was she blind? No, she was not blind. She just didn’t want to think about George like that. In a foreign

country, if there was no help from George, the family of five would not survive, so she could doubt

anyone, but she couldn’t doubt George.

Of course, she didn't think that Stanley was lying. Maybe Stanley saw her drinking with George, so he

would have some misunderstandings.

Thinking about this, Violet's inner heaviness was reduced a lot, and then she quickly took off her

clothes and took a bath. Otherwise, if she still wore the wet clothes, she should have caught a cold.

After taking a shower, Violet picked up the bathrobe on the shelf and put it on.

The bathrobe was so big that it reached the floor.

Violet had to tie a knot at the hem to expose her calf, and then rolled her sleeves twice, so that it suited

her a lot.

Afterwards, she found a bag, put the changed wet clothes in it, and opened the door and went out.

"Mr. Murphy, have you seen my handbag?" Violet asked, looking at the person on the sofa who was

also wearing a bathrobe.

Stanley was holding a tablet while watching. Hearing what she said, his voice was cold, "On the shoe

cabinet. Your clothes is also on it."

"Clothes?" Violet looked at the bag in her hand, wondering.

Wasn't her clothes in her hands?

Stanley obviously didn't mean to explain. So helpless, Violet had to check it out by herself.

Seeing the bag next to her handbag, she opened it and glanced inside. Then she found that it was the

clothes which was spilled with coffee by Mrs. Murphy two days ago.

No wonder that when she left his office after taking a shower, she always felt that she had forgotten

something. It turned out to be the clothes.

Violet slapped her forehead. She took the clothes out of the bag, and smelled the scent of some kind of

laundry detergent on the clothes. She was taken aback, and immediately unfolded the clothes.

Looking at the place on the clothes that was originally stained by coffee and now it turned white, she

subconsciously looked towards Stanley.

"Mr. Murphy, the clothes..."

As if he knew what she was asking, Stanley slid the tablet and said without looking back, "Bella

washed it."

"Thank you, Mr. Murphy. Please help me say thanks to Bella." Violet stuffed her clothes in it.

Stanley ignored her.

Violet bit her lower lip and suddenly realized that since she came out of the bathroom, he didn't seem

to look at her, and his attitude towards her was cold and indifferent. Was it because she didn’t agree his

opinions about George?